Yu Xi walked past him, his stride confident, heading straight for the hovercar. The bodyguards peeled away, moving toward their own vehicles. Jian Ci stood rooted for a moment, the gun heavy in his hand. His heart heavier still caught between awe, relief, and a longing that refused to let him breathe.
Yu Xi's voice was cool, almost dismissive. "You are not coming."
But Jian Ci's grin was bright, unshaken. "I am. I am coming." He slid into the driver's seat with a confidence that belied the storm inside him.
Jian Ci tilted his head, his tone teasing as he asked, "How did I look? Handsome, right?"
Yu Xi replied, "Your brother is going to kill you."
Jian Ci's smile faltered for a fraction of a second. "No, I am going to ki—" He caught himself, forcing a laugh. "Yell at him."
Yu Xi's brow arched, sharp and questioning. "For what?"
Jian Ci's jaw tightened. "Look at you. Did he just pimp you out?" he said feeling sour.
